Day 28; Bus 3

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There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.

It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.

She didn't care if she looked pretty.

Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....

At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....

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It was true that a map was a very useful item to have in Landel's. He was still grateful Ashton had given him copies of his own. Otherwise, they wouldn't have had the faintest clue on where to go last night. He was still baffled Dias hadn't bothered to familiarize himself with the building more, now that he thought about it. What would they had done if Claude hadn't been there to lead the way?

"I can't say I understand sick people like Martin Landel," Claude admitted. "But I do wonder if we've all been thrown together by chance. Did they just pick us all at random, or is there some purpose in having us all together like this? It's strange that they've pulled people from planets other than Earth, too. That's what's bothering me the most right now, to be honest."

He finished the last of his muffin, frowning to himself. "Then again, I guess it makes little difference in the end. Escaping will still be our ultimate goal, won't it? But I doubt it'll be easy to get everyone back to where they originally came from."

Buses didn't have engine rooms, but Claude figured he didn't need to tell Asch that. "Well, this is a road vehicle, so it's different from a ship." He took another sip of his juice before pausing to shake the box. Damn, it was empty already. "What kinds of ships do they have on Auldrant, anyway?" he asked once he turned towards his roommate again.

When Asch asked him if he was surprised to see it was fall, Claude grinned a little awkwardly. "Something like that," he admitted. "They don't have very many trees where I come from, so I've never seen a bunch of fall colors in real life like this." He hadn't stayed on Expel long enough to see the autumn. And although he'd seen them on holodecks, it was a different experience, getting to see so many trees with his own eyes. Especially Earth trees.